Roderich was playing his piano again, relieving stress from a long days work. He was moving his fingers elegantly up and down the keys, bringing them down to make his beautiful music.
Alfred wanted to visit Roderich, McDonalds bag in tow, so they can eat lunch together. Ever since the last meeting, Alfred has noticed that he gets clammy and more idiotic in front of Roderich, so he wanted to get that out of the way. Hence why he is at the other man's house.
Alfred found that the door was unlocked and went inside. "Hello?" He called out, then he heard the piano music. He followed the noise, knowing he was getting closer as it got louder. He stepped into the piano room, Roderich not noticing, and watched him play the piano.
Roderich finished the piece, and Alfred clapped. "Dude, you were awesome! I mean, I'm not one for that slow piano music, but that was sweet." Roderich sighed. "Thank you Alfred, now if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?"
Alfred held up the McDonalds bag. "I thought it was obvious, but I wanted to have lunch with you!"
Roderich stared at the bag riddled with grease stains. "What would make you think I want to have some of that food?" He said, nose upturned.
"C'mon man, it's delicious!" He waved a fry in the others face.
"No thank you." He said, poker faced.
"Suit yourself." Alfred shrugged, and put one end of the fry in his mouth.
Roderich then leaned in, and ate the fry from Alfred's lips, brushing his lips against the other males.
Alfred swallowed the little end of the fry. "What did you do that for!" He said, flustered.
"I decided I wanted to have a fry, but I didn't want to stick my hand in that greasy bag of yours." He shrugged, still poker faced.
"But dude! I was going to eat that!"
"So? You have more fries."
"Oh yeah." Alfred took out another fry, and passed it to Roderich. Roderich took it gently out of his hands, at ate it, careful not to get too much grease on his hands. Alfred grinned.
"So you like them, huh?"
"I suppose so, they are alright."
"Naw dude, you like them as much as Squidward likes Krabby Patties."
"What is a Squidward?"
"You don't know who Squidward is? Well, he is basically this talking cartoon squid, that doesn't like a lot of things."
"So you are comparing me to a talking cartoon squid?"
He laughed, a little nervous. "No! I just wanted to use that as an example!"
"Okay then."
"Yeah, well…" He had run out of things to say. This has never happened to him, so he was very confused. He picked up another fry, and then suddenly lost his appetite.
"Alfred, are you alright? You have stopped eating and talking, which is unusual for you."
"I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about it." He waved his hand dissmissively.
"If you say so." The Austrian the had another fry. "These become very addictive!"
Alfred laughed. "Yup. Hey, you gotta a little something, right here." He said, and pointed to the corner of the Austrian's mouth.
"I do? Do you have any napkins I can use?"
No, sorry bro. They didn't give me any when I came. But I have another method, if you want me to use it."
"And what is that?"
Alfred kissed the corner of the other's mouth, getting the 'thing' off.
Roderich was surprised, but then kissed the younger man back, knowing very well how to dominate. Alfred let him, still being a little inexperienced.
Roderich pulled away, leaving the other panting for breath. "Is it gone?" He said, a mocking tone hiding underneath his words.
"I don't know." Alfred said between pants. "I think I need to double check." Alfred grinned.
Roderich raised an eyebrow, but had a sly smile on. "Well, how about we move to the bedroom, it has better lighting in there."
Alfred saw where this was going. "Let's go."
—THE END—-
((So here ya go! I know it's average, but it was fun writing the crack that is Roderich and Alfred.))